On the day of Gurupurnima, simple words of thanks to MOHANJI, the GURU whose consciousness connectivity is itself a journey to fearless living.




Silence only silence all around me

Today I am alone just with me

But I don’t feel bored or lonely

           Today I am at peace inside and outside of me

           Today I am the journey and destination for me

           Today I am the only reason for actions taken by me

           Today I am the result of thoughts generated by me

           Today I own the responsibility of BEING me

The change may not be absolute or error free

At times I am tempted towards my earlier me

Surrounded by self doubts want to give up on new me

But then silently dispelling darkness within me

Filling pure white light all around me

Comes my GURU , my guide MOHNJI

              He is not present enough to touch  his feet

             Or to feel his hands blessing me

            That is the beauty and magic of his personality

             HE keeps the lamp of guidance burning for all beings

            His consciousness invisible blanket of connectivity

            The moment of Silence when even the breath is still

           Is the time of awareness of being one with MOHANJI

          HIS grace guide us towards the infinity

(me is not ego but the CONSCIOUS)


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# guru,conscious,silence


Perfect in imperfection


 Today I am dedicating my post to all who have courage 

to live on their own terms breaking the tethers which hinder their growth
I am perfect in my imperfection,

When the rain cleanse my soul

I enjoy my wet hair plaster around my face,

When the soft sand cling to my feet

I feel grateful for music of the sea shore.

When I laugh my face may wrinkle

But my heart expands in joy,

When tears flow on to my cheeks

I may look like a clown

But why should I hide my hurt,

My love is unconditional and selfless

Then where is the need to prove if ?    

When I pen my thoughts

There may be a dot (.) Or a  coma (,) missing

But does it really matter to you ?

As I may be imperfect in wording

But I know what I am  communicating.

Perfection is a sign of stagnation

Imperfection an opportunity to grow.     

Why  the suppressive society  tethers bind me ?

When I know I have a mind of my own

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Via  Daily prompt :  Tether

#tether, perfect, imperfect



Love caught me unaware,

Embracing me in it’s warmth,

It gave me courage to be a sail,

Soft wind propelling me onwards,

Into the deep sea of emotions,

A dream to reach the horizon,

But then nothing last forever,

Only Tears a rainbow in aftermath
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Via Daily prompt :Sail

#sail, love, rainbow



Slowly each step leading onwards,

Is it really onwards?

Backwards may seem more justified,

As this path I traveled  countless times,

There have been soft roses to tread on,

Then no dearth of thorns too,

There have been more tears,

Laughters far and few,

There have been more sadness ,

Less and less of joy to see,

Despite my intentions not to return,

I come back time and again,

See more and more deterioration,

But then the question remains….

Why am I attracted towards  the EARTH?

Like metals   toward the MAGNET,

Where as being a Soul  I am free and immortal,

With limitless spaces to reside in.

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Daily prompt :  Magnet

Precious Moments


​                      (Anil uncle and massi -our sunshine)

Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

He opened his arms and heart for us, 

He is the blessing of the Father above,

 He shelters us from storms of life, 

He held our hands when tides were rough, 

Numerous moments of his love & compassion, 

Are Priceless moments of my treasure
I don’t believe in celebrating a particular day, as all days are worth celebrating.

But the Father’s Day is a reminder to us that we lost our father, but  someone said that he is not like a father but a father. Thanks Anil Uncle for standing with us in our best and worst times. Walking on the path of life, we have looked up to you for guidance and support, and you have always stood by and for  us.

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A /एक  ★ Single Power ★ Part -I


A drop of water shakes hand with others,

United they give life to the mother Earth,

Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,

Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,

Then pour down in the form of rain,

A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,

A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,

It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives

   ( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
        A drop of tear shakes hand with others,

        And flows in a stream from the eyes,

        Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,

        Sometimes a joy of reunion,

        Sometimes as an expression of grief,

        Sometimes flows without any reason,

       Just to cleanse the soul.

A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,

A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,

A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,

A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.

             A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,

             A careless word breaks strongest bonds,

            A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,

            Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,

            “PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,

             A word has the power to change the world,

            So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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“Mamma, in the Meantime”: Tony Luciani’s Intimate and Playful Images of His Nonagenarian Mother

It touched my heart so deeply. The pictures does speak thousand words.

On Art and Aesthetics

Mamma Elia, a ninety-four-year-old great-grandmother, is the subject of “Mamma, in the Meantime” – a series in which she narrates her daily experiences of living with dementia through tableaux vivants directed by her son, Tony Luciani, an Ontario-based artist. Documented over the course of three years, this dialogue between mother and son depicts the passage of years and articulates a profound sense of loss. But it manages to remain funny, even upbeat. A variety of domestic props – from ovens and skateboards to easels and binoculars – come together in shots that exude warmth and evoke affection.

“Together, we have created a collection of images and anecdotes dealing with issues surrounding the loneliness of aging and the mourning of unrealized childhood dreams,” says Tony. “After WWII, when my mother was thirteen, she had an arranged marriage to a twenty-six-year-old stranger. My mother and her husband, Giovanni, eventually emigrated from Italy…

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